"Out of my house--you and this wife of yours!" "Father!" sobbed Genevieve, with hands outstretched in entreaty.
"Out of my house," he repeated, "and you also, M.de Luynes.

Away with you! Go with the master you have served so well." And, turning on his heel, he strode towards the door.
"Father--dear father!" cried Genevieve, following him: he slammed the door in her face for answer.
With a moan she sank down upon her knees, her frail body shaken by convulsive sobs--Dieu! what a bridal morn was hers! Andrea and Yvonne raised her and led her to a chair.

Eugene watched them with a cynical eye, then laughed brutally, and, gathering up his hat and cloak, he moved towards the balcony door and vanished.
"Is M.de Luynes still there ?" quoth Genevieve presently.
"I am here, Madame." "You had best set out, Monsieur," she said.

"We shall follow soon--very soon." I took Andrea aside and asked him whither it was his intention to take his wife.

He replied that they would go to Chambord, where they would remain for some weeks in the hope that the Chevalier might relent sufficiently to forgive them.